Gardening Is A Madness, A Folly That

It Always Comes Back To The Same Necessity: Go Deep Enough And There Is A Bedrock Of Truth, However Hard.

Unless The Gentle Inherit The Earth, / There Will Be No Earth.

Love Cannot Exorcise The Gifts Of Hate. / Hate Cannot Exorcize What Has No Weight, / But Laughter We Can Never Over-rate.

The Price Of Being Oneself Is So High And Involves So Much Ruthlessness Toward Others (or What Looks Like Ruthlessness In Our Duty-bound Culture) That Very Few People Can Afford It.

It Is Sometimes The Most Fragile Things That Have The Power To Endure And Become Sources Of Strength.